Continuation

I've been noted as having blogged very little lately. Several emails and a few phone calls wondering how I'm doing, and where I'm at, all responded to by saying that I find that I am doing well, and just haven't found an 'Our Lady' voice as of late. But I'm seeing that others I read are likely in the same boat.

If you haven't found it yet, Google-Reader is a handy tool for reducing your time surfing from blog to blog. I can never remember all the different people I read, so every time I stumble back upon a blog that I read, I add it to those I've subscribed to on Google-Reader. That way I know what I read, and I know what's new. New posts arrive in Bold.


After typing the above, I get the distinct feeling that if I could read your thoughts, or if I'd said that to you over coffee, you'd respond with 'Tom, I hate to break it to you, but you are the last one in the country to get on-board with Google-Reader. In fact, only a few outside of the U.S. aren't using it, and they generally live in wig-wam type structures, slaughter pigs, and pick berries."


The point is - of those I read, 2009 seems like the end of the blog.
No one is writing anymore. No one is reading either.

The fad is over.


And for me, my life has turned. I'm no longer building a life with Alison, and I'm no longer fighting her illness with her. And I'm no longer a grief-stricken mess. Maybe inside I am. But generally not.



If I could end my life (metaphorically) and start-a-fresh (metaphorically), I'd make sure I took every single lesson I've learned, every single story I've lived, every single kiss Alison gave me, and pack it into my bag, and head on down the road.




See you on down the road...